4 comments/ 26047 views/ 2 favorites Hidden Depths By: RonRyder That day, a Friday in June, is emblazoned on my memory as though it were yesterday. Quite what it was about Angie that made my skin tingle like a teenager's in love I could not say. I wondered later. Maybe there had been a sign. Maybe the source of that fatal attraction was something deep within me that recognized, even though it could not know, that she was different. All I knew at the time was that she turned my head every time her slim, almost boyish figure with its long slender legs and swan-like neck appeared in my field of view. I tried, God knows. I knew the golden rule. 'Never in the office'. You could not win. Especially when the object of your desire is three levels below you in office seniority, and ten years your junior. Was this the onset of a mid-life crisis? Surely not yet? Mid thirties? Maybe a yearning of the animal in me that a miserable, failed marriage entered into at a too early age had not even stirred from slumber? Whatever it was, it was crazy. I tried to put it out of my mind. I failed. My work suffered. This was noticed. "Not like you, Ron," Pat, my manager, said, scowling, as she pored over the set of accounts I had just turned in for approval: accounts I had managed to mangle so badly even the most cursory glance could spot the errors. I mumbled apologies. A bad day. Pat was understanding. "Everyone has one of those, Ron, from time to time," she said, handing back the file across her desk for me to correct. "Tomorrow will be fine." But I knew it wouldn't be. I was smitten, caught. And helpless. I could not free my mind of her, and I could not make a move. Hell, the last thing I needed on my undistinguished record was an accusation of sexual harassment. It does not take much, these days. Condemned to ogle surreptitiously, to yearn, work became torture and off-work was no better. I had to break free. Quit? It seemed my only escape. In retrospect, it was my only escape. I was about to hand in my resignation, I swear, when it happened. It was 5pm and the office was clearing. As always, I had a backlog. Rarely could I leave much before 7. I sensed her approach. I had been waiting for it, the last glance of the week at those elegant shoulders and trim ankles as she passed by on her way to the door. Looking without appearing to look is as frustrating as it is distracting. So it was only after she had rounded the corner and was gone that I noticed the slip of paper that had appeared on my desk A phone number. And beneath it, in neat handwriting 'If you dare'. It seemed my heart would pound its way out of its moorings. So she had noticed. Of course she had noticed. How could she not. Probably everyone in the office had noticed. What did she mean 'If you dare'? Of course, I called the number and set in motion events that would change my life for ever. The address was in the hills above Pasadena in a secluded, upmarket neighborhood. The house was hidden. The curved driveway led from the road, disappearing mysteriously behind a tall hedge. From the road, nothing of the house or grounds could be seen. Not an address I would have associated with a humble office worker in a law firm. But the street was right, the number on the gate post was right. This must be the place. Of course, I was far too early so I drove around the block and parked by the roadside. My heart was still pounding and I found I was trembling. "If you dare," she had said, after giving me the address. Her tone was even. Did I imagine an ominous tinge? "Er - may I ask what you mean, Angie?" I had stammered in response. "If you are afraid, do not come," she had replied, mysteriously. Then the line went dead. Fifteen minutes is a long time to wait in a car parked by the side of the road. Why did I feel so conspicuous, guilty? Why was I as nervous as a school kid on his first date? Was it six months in the wilderness, three dates, three total busts? Thankfully I started up my Morgan, a collectors item, handbuilt in England, the only object of value that remained to me after the divorce, and only this because Meredith, my ex, hated it even more than she had come to hate me. I revved the engine, gaining courage from its throaty roar. Rounding the block I steered into the gravel driveway and reversed against the hedge into a slot between a blood red Cobra and a Toyota Celica. On the stroke of nine, I pressed the buzzer. The door opened instantly, to reveal - an empty entrance hall. I hesitated. There was no sound. A small voice in my head told me to back off, to retreat to my Morgan and to run away. I disobeyed. Stepping forward, I crossed the threshold and entered the hall. The door closed soundlessly behind me. I whirled around. It took my eye a long instant to recognize she was stark naked. Every man's fantasy, is it not -- the door opens and behind it is a totally nude woman. And not just any woman. Unwittingly, my errant eye scanned from the pink of her toenails, sunk into the pile of the carpet, up along slender limbs, to the cleft of her pubis, a hint of pink labial lips, up to linger on pert, pear-shaped breasts with nipples standing proudly erect, to that long elegant neck topped by the angelic face and short cropped hair I knew so well, the head that had so turned mine. In every man's fantasy, the result is instant arousal. On the ground, though, as it were, the reality that evening was utter confusion. I am not sure my jaw actually dropped, but it felt like it had. I stood transfixed, unable to move or utter a sound. Our eyes were joined now, hers quizzical, mine betraying my incomprehension. "House rules, Ron," she said simply, standing quite still, her arms hanging limply at her sides. I understood. 'If you dare' came to mind. Wordlessly, I began to unbutton my shirt, my eyes feeding on the peerless figure as though it were an apparition. A slight inclination of her head answered my unasked question. I draped my shirt over a chair in the corner. My slacks and boxers followed. Thank God for those hours in the training room, working off my frustrations on the machines. No golden beach boy, but not bad. No reason to be ashamed. She had not moved as I undressed, but now, as I stood before her, she stepped towards me. Keeping eye contact, she ran a hand through the hair on my chest. I felt the touch of her breast on my upper arm. "I knew you'd come," she said. As her eyes looked up into mine her hand had moved slowly down. Slim fingers with elegantly painted nails grazed my cock and balls, teasing. I moved as though to kiss her, but she recoiled just enough to say 'Not yet'. "Stroke my back," she said. Her skin felt like satin. I stroked as gently as I knew how. She nuzzled closer, her breast pressed into my chest, her left arm curled around my back, pressing me to her. The teasing continued. Life began to stir. Gently she massaged my shaft with her fingers, moving from base to tip, base to tip. Gradually my nervousness evaporated, desire took its place. "Now kiss me," she said. She raised her lips to meet mine. Mouths joined, tongues entwined. She thrust her tongue deep inside my mouth, then out, then in. Her pubic bone pressed into the flesh of my upper thigh. Her hand tightened around my cock and began serious action. She broke the kiss just long enough to say "Don't come," then resumed with heightened passion, pressing her mouth into mine and pumping harder on my cock, now fully alive. How long we remained thus joined I cannot say. It seemed forever. Long enough, at least, to raise the pollen in no uncertain way. The hand gripped my cock ever tighter, pumped ever faster. 'Don't come' was beginning to loom large in my consciousness. And Oh, how I yearned to grab her golden leg, raise it high and ram my throbbing dick into her pussy. But she pressed her groin tight into my thigh, blocking the roaming hand that sought a way between her legs. Her hand worked my cock with vigor, pumping steadily for several minutes, then pausing to squeeze my balls, then back to my cock, resuming the action, moving down and up from tip to base and base to tip until my entire member was on fire and my body began to shudder and jolt. 'Don't come', indeed! Was this some kind of a test? Would I obey? Could I obey? I felt the sap begin to rise and forced my groin muscles to relax. How long could I hold on? Perhaps she heard my inner groan. She stopped pumping and began to squeeze my balls and dig her nails into my ball bag. Her tongue was still flicking urgently in and out of my mouth. The pumping resumed, steady, then ceased, only to begin again as she gripped my iron hard shaft with her nails, digging them in and moving up and down. Exquisite agony. Then back to pumping, ball squeezing, more nails, more and more. Her nails bit hard into the base of my shaft, then moved up in stages until they pressed into the underside of my cock head. More pumping. On and on she went, alternating fingers and nails, balls and cock. "Don't come.' Dear God, how could I not? My body shook so much it was all I could do to maintain my stance. Eventually, Angie withdrew her mouth from mine and stepped back. Her hand no longer pumped my cock, just stroked it gently and fondled my balls, taut and high in their sac. The sight of her angelic features, erect nipples in their pink beds and her naked pubis showing just a trace of sweat almost achieved what an age of hard cock action had not. Recovering somewhat, I was about to say 'Quite a welcome', but she got in first. "Ready to move on?" she asked, coquettishly. "You bet," I replied, still quivering inside. She beckoned, I followed. In eager anticipation. I had assumed, of course, we were headed for a bedroom. Not so. The room was lit by candles arrayed in alcoves. A heady aroma hung in the air. As my eyes adjusted, they made out easy chairs, a sofa, some things I did not recognize adorning one wall -- and two naked girls! Suddenly self-conscious, I held back. But Angie grabbed my swollen, fully erect member and dragged me behind it until it and I were standing before the sofa. "Suzi and Mary," Angie said casually, as though introducing friends at a cocktail party. Neither Suzi nor Mary said a word. They were both waif like with bodies that seemed unnaturally white. Their breasts were neat. Dark, pronounced, erect nipples protruded from the whiteness. They seemed uncomfortable. With a shock I realized they were gagged, bound together at the ankles and their hands were tied behind their backs. A faint buzzing sound in the room puzzled me -- until I spotted the vibrators that were embedded in Suzi's and Mary's vaginas. 'If you dare!' What the hell was I getting myself into? "Suzi and Mary are slaves, Ron. Don't be misled by appearances. They are slaves by choice. They serve their mistress willingly." "Their mistress?" I was looking at Angie incredulously. She laughed, lightly. "No! Not me. It's not easy to gain the status of Mistress. Maybe I will be one day, maybe I won't. And maybe you will meet Mistress Oxana one day, and maybe you will not." Ignoring the girls totally, Angie nuzzled up to me as she had in the hallway and said, "Stroke my pussy." She pressed her mouth into mine, and work on my cock resumed. Sharp nails ran up and down the underside of my shaft, explored every inch of my ball bag, nipping the skin and shaking to relax the sac Her legs had parted enough to let an exploratory middle finger ease along her crevice and between her full, moist pussy lips, sliding backwards and forwards and side to side, exploring, then moving outwards so my fingertip could circle her clit. She bit my lip gently as my finger in its passage brushed the head of her clit. "Just there," she said. "Make me come." Suzi and Mary looked on, eyes down. Slight movements of their groins betrayed their response to the vibrators. Angie's hand had gripped my cock again and pumped with renewed vigor as my fingertip found the spot and pressed on her clit. Her legs parted further. I added an index finger and slid further, opening her up and entering her vagina. "Out and in," she said, using her fingers on my cock to indicate how she wished to be stimulated, massaging the tip, then down to the base. Obediently, my fingers circled her clit, then moved into her vagina, deeper and deeper on every stroke. Her body began to move, shudder. She bit my lip again, hung onto it and began pumping furiously on my cock. 'Don't come," she panted, freeing her mouth briefly, as my fingers worked her clit from back to front, side to side, in a circle, pressing harder and harder. 'Don't come'. Holy Christ! I plunged both fingers deep inside her and finger fucked her once, twice, thrice, then out and back to the clit, rubbing ever harder, then repeating the cycle as I felt her body tense. Her hand on my cock no longer pumped, just gripped, nails digging into the shaft. "Aaarrghhh!" she exhaled as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her. Then her body shook from head to toe as wave followed wave. She clung to me, wrapping her arms around me, writhing as busy fingers milked her erect clit and dripping cunt until the waves became wavelets. She was still. "You've done that before," she said, breathlessly. I did not dare tell her the truth. I had done it before, many times. But only in my dreams, to her. "And you didn't come," she said, admiringly, stroking my throbbing erection tenderly. "Good." If it seems weird that a meek, mild accountant hanging by a thread onto his miserable job, with a failed, virtually sexless marriage behind him and next to no experience outside of it, should in the brief space of half an hour transmogrify into a not bad imitation of a porn star, exhibiting himself in front of two hapless girls on a sofa, tied up and gagged, and with vibrators sticking out of their cunts, then all I can say is, you had to be there. What in the cold light of day seems impossible, even mad, seemed at the time to be inevitable. Whatever I had expected when I got out the Morgan and made my way to Acacia Heights, it was certainly nothing like this. What had I expected? A party? A candlelight dinner à deux? She had said nothing. Sure, I had hoped, vaguely to get laid. What guy who goes out on a date does not so hope? It's that hope, after all, that drives guys to go out on dates, to put up with all the chit chat, the nervous tension 'will she, won't she', the fear of rejection. From the moment the door opened and I stepped into the hallway, from that moment on, everything that happened seemed to have been pre-ordained. Angie recovered her composure rapidly. I had half-hoped, half-feared she would lay down on the carpet on her back, look up at me with those wicked eyes, open her luscious limbs wide exposing the deep red of a swollen vulva still quivering from its orgasm, and say, "Fuck me." And of course, if she had done this, then, Mary and Suzi notwithstanding, ..... But she did not. Leaving me standing there, cock still throbbing, she bent over the girls, released them from their restraints and removed their gags. "Thank you, Miss," Suzi said, bowing her head meekly. "Thank you, Miss," Mary said, bowing even more meekly. "See what I have brought for us." Angie had returned to my side and her hand was on my cock. "Suzi. You can be first to show your gratitude. And you know the rules." "Yes, Miss." And before I could say or do a thing, Suzi was kneeling at my feet, her hands behind her back. Soft lips closed deliciously around the head of my cock. I almost came there and then. But hung on, adjusting gradually to the sensation as my cock head disappeared into Suzi's mouth, then reappeared, a pink tongue circled my cock tip, then her mouth closed around the neck of my cock and slid down, a little further each time. At the end of the downstroke she would pause and suck gently before moving back up to repeat the cycle. For a while I watched as Suzi's lips and tongue explored my cock, her neat crop of red hair moving slowly up and down, her nipples standing out against the pure white of her thighs. The sight was thrilling, but too stimulating. Much more of this and I would surely shoot my load right down her throat. Angie had not said 'Don't come', but she did not need to. I was in heaven, and I intended to stay there. But there was a problem where to look. On the sofa, Mary now lay back with her legs spread wide. The vibrator was gone revealing large petals of pink and rose, glistening in the candlelight. An absent hand massaged the petals, spreading them occasionally to allow a glimpse of the dark red cavern inside, pulling them back and up to reveal the perfect rosebud of a clit tip. As she stimulated herself, Mary sighed and moaned softly. And to my right was Angie, spread in similar fashion in an overstuffed chair, sliding a vibrator in and out of her vagina beneath an erect clit. Our eyes met. Hers seemed to say, "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it. What was under the neat blouse and flared skirt you've been ogling in the office these past two months." And everywhere else I looked mirrors reflected in the light of the candles one or more of these erotic visions. What could I do? Close my eyes. I could not. I surrendered myself, bathed in a sea of ecstasy I had not dreamed could exist. My cock was on fire, my body began to shake in its stance. In a state of trance I heard Angie's voice. It seemed to come from a distance. I had not made out the words. Suzi obviously had. She raised her head, freeing my burning cock, only to lower it again. I felt a tug at my ball bag, then a sudden sharp pain as one of my balls entered Suzi's mouth. She held it there trapped, then let it slip out partially, holding it between her lips before sucking it gently back in. She did this many times before switching to my other ball and repeating. Gradually the burning sensation in my cock subsided to a heavenly warmth. Accompanying this now was a sensation in my balls that I can only describe as an ache, though it was anything other than unpleasant. Suzi worked my balls one after the other until their sac had loosened sufficiently for her to take both balls in her mouth at once. She sucked harder now. The ache intensified. At another command from the overstuffed chair, Suzi reverted to my cock. She began as previously until she had established a steady rhythm, but then changed the cycle. On the downstroke, she dug her teeth into my shaft and, sucking hard, released, only to dig in with her teeth again, a little lower down, hold, then again, until two thirds of my cock was in her mouth. And again, on the release, her teeth would scrape my shaft, then bite down in increments all the way to the tip. And each bite sent a throb of pain and pleasure that began in my cock and suffused my whole body with its warmth. I was breathing heavily now and threw my head back from time to time as the sensation of pain struck an instant before its concomitant pleasure. Like most men, I had engaged copiously in masturbation, on one occasion challenging myself to masturbate non-stop through an entire weekend. So I was familiar with the myriad of ways stimulation of a penis activated the brain's pleasure centers. But this sensation, which on every stroke left my cock tingling in pain and pleasure as though it had been pricked by a thousand pins, was new. My body shuddered now every time Suzi's head released my cock, which sprang up as though grateful for the relief, only to search frantically for another dose. I was no longer aware of my surroundings, of Mary and Angie, nubile and erotic as they may be, frigging themselves. My world was my penis and the waves that emanated from it causing involuntary movements, animalistic grunts -- that was it. The animal in me took over, was me...... Hidden Depths Teeth gave way to soft lips, tongue and gentle sucking. I looked down and through glazed eyes watched her blonde head bob slowly up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Blonde? Mary! The girls had switched and I had not noticed. I entered yet another world as Mary's gentle ministrations soothed the fire inside my cock and balls until it reverted to a warm glow that spread throughout my groin and down my thighs. Mary settled into a steady rhythm taking half my cock in her mouth on the down stroke, sucking gently on the upstroke and wrapping her tongue around my cock tip as she moved out. The pressure of her mouth and lips increased as she pushed deeper, sucking more firmly, quickening the stroke. The urge to come returned, then receded as she steadied, returned as she quickened, then receded again, a cycle that ended only when she lowered her head and sucked my balls, first one, then the other, then both, only to begin again, seemingly without end. I was on a plateau of ecstasy, high up in the clouds, from which I never wanted to descend. I had been absorbed, fascinated, eyes down, watching Mary's full lips close over my cock, anticipating as she pushed down until my cock head grazed the back of her throat and the dimple of her cheeks appeared as she sucked on the way up. I looked up towards the couch to change the image, to feast on Suzi's spread thighs and open cunt. But she was not there. I glanced to one side. The overstuffed chair was empty. My eye caught a movement in the mirror, behind me, over by the far wall. A hand on my shoulder. My cock came free of Mary's mouth, to be caught in a familiar grip, Angie's. "Don't come," she said as she steered me rounad by my cock so the scene at the far wall came into my field of view, Suzi, stretched out in the form of a cross, her thin arms and slender ankles held by restraints at the four corners, her legs spread wide. 'If you dare' came instantly to mind. But there was no time to think. Mary had crawled around and resumed her place before me. My cock was already deep in her mouth and locked into position as her teeth bit hard into my shaft and held as she pulled out. The frenzy was about to begin again. Mary was rougher than Suzi. She bit harder, deeper, was merciless on the upstroke. The fire returned, breathing became heavy. I fought not to cry out in pain and ecstasy, both, in equal measure, my eye riveted on Suzi's white body framed by the dark wood cross. Angie reappeared in my field of view. In her hand she held --- a whip? Jesus Christ! I should do something, came fleetingly into my mind, but left again instantaneously as Mary's teeth reached the underside of my meatus, and dug in. The moment had passed. I had dared, and there was no going back now. "Present," Angie called out interrogatively. Instantly, Suzi thrust her breasts as far forward as her restraints would allow, pressing her behind into the cross so her body formed a shallow 'S'. Any thought that this was 'for show' evaporated as Angie landed the first blow from the whip directly on Suzi's milk white breast. A second followed, then a third, a fourth and a fifth. Suzi gasped as each stroke bit into the soft flesh, but she did not cry out. Red welts now criss-crossed her right breast. Angie lowered the whip and stroked Suzi's injured breast gently. Then she pinched her nipple, withdrew again and landed five strokes in rapid succession on Suzi's left breast. . In spite of myself, I could not deny arousal. As shocking as it is to admit, 'Don't come' became an urgent issue. But Mary had withdrawn her head from my cock. It stood in full erection, red, raw and throbbing. She began to suck my balls and nip at my ball bag. The ache returned. I let out an involuntary groan. Mary worked on, kneading my balls with her mouth, holding them in with her teeth and pulling down, then releasing. "Present." Susi had instinctively withdrawn to protect her from the full force of the fifth blow, but now resumed her stance. Crack, crack.... The whip descended, five times more on each breast. On each blow, Suzi's stomach contracted and her rib cage protruded prominently through the pale skin as she steeled herself for the pain. "Present" And five times more. Mary had returned her attention to my cock, working it now so hard I was afraid she would draw blood. The pain was intense, but I yearned for it not to diminish, but to intensify. Pleasure through pain. I was beginning to understand. This, too, was a plateau, a different one, yet higher in the clouds. Susi's breast were now flaming red, standing out against the white of her stretched out arms, her flat stomach. No welts were visible. Just shades of red. But I noted the skin was nowhere broken. Angie knew what she was doing. She had disappeared for a moment and now reappeared with a different whip. This one did not have broad, soft tails like the first one. The tails were finer, stiffer. "Present." Suzi adopted her stance and held it. Angie stood before her, angling the whip, then bringing it across with a sidewards motion so the tips of the tails cut into Suzi's right nipple, once, twice, thrice... ten strokes... "Present" .... Eleven twelve.... At twenty, with Suzi visibly quivering and moaning, Angie desisted. She stepped forward and grasped the tortured nipple, tweaking and twisting it cruelly. Then Suzi's left nipple received the same treatment, a pause, back to the right, pause "Present" I thought for a moment that Suzi was at the end of her endurance. Her body was sagging, her breathing was harsh, sucking her stomach in and baring her rib cage through the milk white of her skin. But she pulled herself up and maintained stance... ... fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. Twenty times the wicked tips of those flashing whip tails cut across her quivering nipple. Then her body sagged, pulling against the restraints that tied her to the cross. Lowering the whip, Angie stepped forward to admire her handiwork. She fondled Suzi's breasts gently, then grasped each nipple in turn, twisting, squeezing, digging her nails hard into the base and pulling until Suzi's nipples stood out, dark red and hugely erect. Suzi moaned and jerked her head backwards and forwards, but was it pain, or was it pleasure. Maybe both? Angie squeezed and twisted Suzi's nipples more gently now with her left hand, keeping them erect. Her right hand slid down the flat stomach and eased between Suzi's legs. "Don't come" she said, now to Suzi, as she slid a slender forefinger along the crack between opened labial lips, backwards and forwards, lingering to circle Suzi's clit, disappearing in her cunt. Suzi's breathing betrayed her arousal. She let out a faint cry and began to writhe, wriggling her groin to escape the exploring finger. To which Angie added another. She continued manipulating Suzi's tortured nipples and slid both fingers deeper into her vagina, then out to tease her clit, back in, then out, in, out, a gentle regular motion. Suzi's need was palpable. Her head had turned to one side and her body was quivering as she said, suddenly, in a quavering voice, "Please, Miss. May I come?" "No you may not." Angie retracted her hand, raised it and slapped Suzi gently on the cheek. Then she retrieved the whip which had fallen to the carpet and retreated. "Present." The tails of the whip swished viciously, their tips flaying into Suzi's swollen nipples. Angie's body gleamed now in the candlelight as a thin layer of sweat formed on her back. She swung the whip with the full force of her arm, but her aim was unerring. Good so! One mistake and the hard tails would strike the soft flesh of Suzi's breast, ripping it in shreds. Ten vicious strokes on each nipple, pause to squeeze and twist the nipples back into full erection, "Present" Ten more on each, squeeze and twist, "Present" ..... Five times she went through the sequence, paying no heed to Suzi's cries and moans. All the while Mary worked my cock and balls, alternating gentle fellatio with action whose roughness increased until it felt my cock would detach from its base or my ball bag tear from my groin. My groin was awash with agony, or ecstasy. I wanted it not to stop. It didn't. And neither did my guilty fascination as I watched Angie continue her torture of her slave. Suzi was now thrashing about in her restraints, was unable to control her cries and screams as the bolts of pain exploded in her nipples. "Present." Suzi tried, but she could not. Her head was down, her body hung limp, held by its restraints, dotted by beads of sweat which began to run in rivulets down her taut rib cage and flat stomach. Unmoved, Angie cast aside the nipple whip and, crouching down, unclipped the restraint on Suzi's right angle from the cross. Angie moved with such grace. The candlelight heightened the contours of her slender limbs. Everything about her was perfect, her swan-like neck, her supple back, right down to her fine-boned feet. From whatever angle I looked, she was the woman I had dreamed of these past few months, my ideal, though even my wildest fantasy could not compete with this surreal and wonderful reality. My focus on her peerless frame began to seriously raise the pollen. Mary had settled into a gentle, steady fellatio. Her lips slid up and down my cock, her tongue worked constantly on its head. The sap was beginning to rise in earnest. I felt my breathing grow heavy, my balls were tight up against my groin. Any moment....I threw back my head, wanting, needing to shoot my load in Mary's mouth, but yet yearning to remain up there, high on cloud 9 of sexual ecstasy. At five seconds to midnight my cock was free. Mary had turned her attention to my balls. I looked down at my red and wounded member, swollen now to gargantuan proportions, a bead of pre-cum sitting at its tip. Like Suzi, I had to wait for my release. I would not leave cloud 9 yet, and how glad I was of it. Angie had clipped Suzi's ankle restraint onto a chain that led over a pulley attached high on the wall -- how had I failed to notice this apparatus before? She pulled on the chain raising Suzi's foot from the ground and forcing her to adjust and place her weight on her left foot, which was still attached to the base of the cross. Suzi's leg rose with the chain until it was horizontal, then further, until it was almost vertical exposing the translucent flesh of her inner thigh and the deep red of her vulva, and parting pussy lips that seemed unnaturally large for a girl so slim. I noticed with a sudden thrill that they were moist and that inside, her vaginal walls gleamed in the flickering light from the candles. It was not difficult to predict what was to follow. Angie disappeared for a moment and reappeared with two whips, the one with soft leather tails which had reddened Suzi's breasts, and the other with a single short, thick tail. Angie began with the soft whip, thrashing the inner thigh of Suzi's raised leg, landing each stroke an inch or two lower until the lashes of the whip reached Suzi's exposed pussy. Then she worked her way up again, then down and up until the thigh was a uniform brick red. Not a stroke had broken the delicate skin. Suzi gasped as the lashes struck her thigh, but was otherwise silent. Angie ran her hand over the tender flesh, up and down, stroking with her fingers before lowering the whip head and applying the same treatment to Suzi's lower thigh. She repeated this three times, first on the raised leg, then the lower leg. Suzi was now wincing in advance of every blow and her body began to sag. Mary had loosened my balls so they hung down low in their sac and was back on my cock, this time tongue, lips and teeth. My need to come had ebbed and I began to understand the response of my body to the various forms of ministration the girls applied to my cock. The rough stuff pleasured me through pain but the desire to come was suppressed, to return with renewed force with the switch to slow, steady fellatio. When Mary finally brought me off, I thought, it would be in pints! Then I thought 'If she brings me off!' Angie had laid down the whip now and resumed stroking Suzi's ravaged thighs. As her hand passed from one thigh to the other she would brush her finger tips across the tips of Suzi's pussy lips, tantalizing. Then on the next pass she would linger, exploring Suzi's pussy, taking those extended lips between her fingers and squeezing, digging in her nails and opening Suzi gradually out, revealing the pink inner, the red of Suzi's cavern and the white bud of her clitoris as it began to emerge from its hood. Soon her fingers focused solely on Suzi's pussy, teasing the lips, grazing a finger tip across the clit and squeezing its hood. Suzi was moaning now and straining in her bonds. "Don't come," Angie said, and the vixen promptly inserted two fingers deep into Suzi's cunt and finger-fucked her, withdrawing every so often to stimulate her clit. That Suzi's orgasm was mounting inexorably was palpable. Her entire vulva was throbbing, her body bucked and weaved in vain attempts to escape the probing fingers, even as her groin, driven by a force beyond her control, sought to drive them ever deeper inside. "Please, Miss. May I come," she whimpered for a second time. "No you may not!" And then I realized the purpose of the second whip. Mary had reverted to a slow, steady fellatio as the first blow fell, on the outer side of Suzi's upper pussy lip. Suzi's cry was interrupted by the second blow, on the underside of her lower pussy lip. And thereafter they fell thick and fast, one after the other, covering every inch of her exposed vulva. Using a short-arm motion, Angie directed the thick thong of the pussy whip unerringly, with ever increasing force. Thwack, thwack.... THWACK... Suzi's body jerked and thrashed about as the thong of the whip bit into the tender flesh of her vulva. Angie paused and used the thong of the whip to tease Suzi's pussy, easing her bright red and fully engorged pussy lips aside, and thrusting the thong's tip in and out of Susi's cunt. Then the whipping resumed. Thwack, thwack, thwack.... Ten more blows, then more teasing, then ten more... Thwack, thwack, thwack..... Suzi's body no longer thrashed about. It hung limp, held in place by the restraints. The veins on her arms stood out as the restraints on her wrist carried her full body weight. Still the blows fell, the teasing continued, but Suzi was no longer responding. The occasional whimper and the contractions of her diaphragm were the only indications she had not passed out. Mercifully, Angie desisted. She laid down the whip and began to stroke Suzi's breasts, thighs and tortured pussy. She slid two fingers of her left hand into Suzi's cunt and fingered her gently while her right hand released the chain in stages until Suzi's right foot reached the carpet and sank into its pile. Angie released the remaining restraints, holding Suzi's body in place. Seemingly indifferent to Suzi's fate, Mary had reverted to a slow, gentle, steady fellatio, which she maintained as Angie half-helped, half carried Suzi away from the floor and into the center of the room, where she collapsed in a heap. "You did well, slave," Angie said. "Are you ready for your reward?" "Yes, Miss. Thank you Miss," Suzi managed. "Then take your position." "Thank you Miss. May I come, Miss." "Yes, you may, slave. As often as you like. But keep your hands away from your pussy." Suzi rolled onto her back and arranged herself into a star, her legs spread wide. My eyes fixed on the bright red of her pussy with its engorged petals, and held, fascinated. Angie turned her attention now to me. Mary had withdrawn and Angie examined my cock running her palm along the underside and squeezing its shaft with her fingers. It was brick hard. She squeezed my balls, loosening them in their sac, then said, "You can come, too. But don't withdraw." "You mean..?" The thought horrified me. She did. "And don't hold back. She wants it. See?" Suzi averted her eyes, but the glint of moisture on her pussy lips and the movements of her groin gave credence to Angie's words. I was overcome with shame at my desire. But shame had no chance. Desire won, hands down. Kneeling in the wide 'V' formed by Suzi's slim legs, I leaned forward and straddled her., trying to guide my cock gingerly into the narrow crack between her swollen petals. Suzi widened the 'V' yet further and strained to move her groin upwards, accommodating. But the angle was wrong and in the end, I gave up trying not to hurt her and used a hand to overcome the resistance and guide my cock head through her cleft and into her cunt. How can I describe the delicious feeling as my cock slid between liquid cunt walls which pushed back urgently and did not stop until my entire member had disappeared inside. Suzi's legs came up and wrapped around my back, her heels pressing me into her, my groin squeezing flat those tortured pussy lips. Words do not exist to describe a sensation so profoundly exquisite. The urge to come as Suzi's cunt gripped my cock was almost unbearable. I took my weight on my arms and raised my head, holding still, willing the sap to subside. Suzi moaned. It was obvious she was as close as I was. Not daring to move out, I pushed yet deeper, driving her into the pile of the carpet. Her tight cunt contracted around my cock, enveloping it, squeezing the juice out of me. Mercifully, the sap remained within. I began to move, at first an inch, then two inches, out and in, then, as the layer of liquid built up, I withdrew until my cock head brushed the opening of her vagina. I held position waiting for the reverberations to die down before easing back into a cunt whose walls opened out, then closed around my shaft. As I settled into a slow fuck, easing my cock in and out of that drooling cunt, a feeling of symmetry, of harmony effused through my body, as though this were the perfect culmination of all that had gone before, wounded cock and tortured pussy joined as one. Another plateau, oh so high, higher far than I had in my wildest fantasies imagined. That Suzi was on this plateau too was manifest. Her thighs gripped my sides, her heels pressed against my back pushing me into her. She raised her arms and placed them around my neck, pulling me onto her so that my full weight pressed her stiff, bruised nipples into her breasts and ground her frail body into the deep pile of the carpet. We were in our own world, in perfect harmony, cock and cunt in perfect unison, as nature had ordained, though surely, surely, the good Lord had not envisaged such a state of bliss. So absorbed was I, joined with Suzi on our own plateau, in our own world, I was oblivious to the crack of whip on naked flesh, the muted cries and whipers, the sound of Angies voice, "Present". Almost oblivous. Some part of me registered that Mary was now where Suzi had been. But this served merely to heighten the thrill. In retrospect, I should have been ashamed that the thought which dominated was not of the pain in Mary's breasts, her nipples, her thighs and her pussy, but of the certitude that a second cunt awaited, when Suzi was done. I was truly in a world that I had never before dreamed could exist. Cloud cuckoo land, it may seem, but that is not what my cock was telling me. It had me firmly under its control. Suzi's breathing grew heavy and her body began to shake. She gripped me tight and let out a grunt as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her. Followed by a second wave, then a third, each more intense than the first. Her cunt contracted hard around my cock as each wave broke, then vibrated deliciously in expectation of the next. Hidden Depths I maintained a steady stroke and thought myself in control. But my cock had other ideas. As Suzi clung to me, coming and coming and coming again, my cock began to spew its load deep inside her, spurt after spurt, in contractions that also never seemed to end. On and on it went, in syncopation with the contractions of Suzi's cunt until we were both spent, drained. Suzi's legs relaxed their grip around my waist and fell back. But her arms remained fixed around my neck long enough for her to whisper in my ear "Fuck me more." Somewhere in my mind a voice said 'This is not the way it's supposed to be.' But the voice was small and was soon still. My cock was in control. Suzi had relaxed back into the star position and I was up with my weight on arms and toes pounding into her, full cock, driving her groin into the pile with every stroke. If it seems strange that my cock remained stiff following such a massive release, it is. I relate this as a simple fact, not a boast, and attribute it to an hour or more of intense stimulation that had raised the pollen to a level no single orgasm could dissipate. That orgasm had achieved one thing -- I no longer felt the urge to come. But the sensation in my cock as it slid in and out of Suzi's dripping cunt was still intense. I was still on my plateau. As was Suzi. Her breathing grew heavy and she began emitting short, sharp grunts. I maintained a steady stroke, feeling thrill as her body began to quiver and her limbs stiffened heralding the onset of a second orgasm. I slowed the stroke, holding her on the brink. Her arms came up around my back and I felt a sharp pain as her nails dug in. "Ah!... Ah!" I pumped harder through the contractions of her cunt. She drew me down onto her again as the waves broke, urging me on, on and on. She came again, then again, one orgasm following the other so closely they were practically continuous. Her arms and feet beat on the carpet, her head rocked from side to side and her chest heaved beneath me as I pumped steadily in and out of a cunt that contracted and released in wild spasms. And her ecstasy was mine too. Immersed in the frenzy of Suzi's orgasms I was only dimly aware of the thwack of whip on naked pussy, Mary's screams as the thong bit into her tender flesh. Gradually, Suzi's spasms weakened, her body grew still. Her cunt opened out, accepting, so gossamer-like there was scarcely resistance as my cock slid in and out, still brick hard and reveling in yet another sensation, pure velvet. She was now quite still, her breasts had ceased heaving, though her groin still thrust against mine as I slow-fucked her, drawing my cock out of her so that its head grazed her swollen pussy lips, then sliding it back into the delicious depths. I swear, we could have enjoyed this bliss for ever, the pair of us, as one. I became conscious of a foot placed on my rump and raised my head. My eyes lit immediately on white limbs splayed wide and gargantuan pussy lips, bright red and raw, so swollen they seemed like one. Mary. In spite of myself, the sight set off an electric thrill - of anticipation. All sense of shame was gone. I was a captive of my sensations in this fantastic world into which I had been propelled. Reluctantly, I withdrew my cock from Suzi's cunt, struggled to my feet and looked down on the prone, frail body which would have seemed lifeless if its groin were not still twitching to imaginary thrusts. "Kiss me," Angie said, nuzzling up, and as our mouths joined her hand closed around my cock, sliding up and down, and spreading Suzi's juices over my balls and upper thighs. Then she broke the kiss and bowed her head. For a moment I thought she was about to fellate me. Then studs bit into the shaft of my cock, clasps snapped tight and Angie was looking up at me again. "Kiss me," she said, and her hand began again to work my cock. But now with some contraption in between, one that transformed her grip into a hundred pressure points along my shaft from base to tip. Was it pain, or pleasure? Whatever it was, the sensation was like nothing I had felt before. Angie released me and I saw that my cock was now encased in black leather, from its very base to the underside of its tip. Protruding outward were plastic spikes in rows, slanting forwards or backwards, alternating from row to row, increasing in size from the head of my cock down to its base. The ones on the inside of the leather thong I could not see. I did not need to see them to know they were there! Angie gave me a wicked glance and nodded faintly in Mary's direction. I looked back at her, then at Mary, then at the lines of spikes that adorned my cock. "But it will hurt!" She gave me a look that said more eloquently than any words 'Really?' 'If you dare!' Holy Christ. But it was too late to turn back now. Angie was in control, she and my cock, throbbing mercilessly inside its encasement. Angie motioned me to lie on my back on the carpet. Meekly, I complied. Then she rolled Mary's body on top of me, spread her legs so that she straddled me and drew up her knees. A hand grasped my cock, another went to Mary's stomach and guided her body backwards until the head of my cock pressed against Mary's swollen pussy lips and pushed inside. Mary let out a stifled cry as the spikes bit into her swollen vulva. But she did not resist as Angie grasped her hips and pulled her backwards, impaling her ever deeper. Mary's cunt opened wet and willing as my cock head penetrated her. She let out more stifled cries as that devilish thong entered her, its outer spikes pressing against her cunt walls, the inner ones against the shaft of my cock. Angie leaned forward, took hold of Mary's upper arms, and drew her up into a sitting position. Inexorably, the weight of Mary's upper body and pressure from Angie drove Mary's cunt over the spikes. She screamed as the larger spikes at the base of my cock bit deep into her pussy, but Angie was relentless. She did not desist until the last circle of spikes, wickedly long, disappeared from view and Mary's pubis touched mine. The pressure from the spikes on my shaft was now intense, I held my breath as the large spikes dug deep into the base of my cock. Pain, hell Yes! But pleasure too? Somewhere in between? A new sensation, that is sure. I was too mesmerized watching the frail girl her breasts ruby red, her nipples standing out like obelisks, impale herself upon my cock to focus on my own sensation. "Present." Mary arched her back, the movement driving my spike lined cock yet deeper into her vagina. I found I was looking up directly between Angie's parted legs, right at her so sweet pussy. The whip swished. Its thong-tips bit into Mary's nipple. The recoil of her groin sent a hundred sparks of electricity flashing through my cock as the spikes bit. And twenty times more, as the lashes fell thick and fast, first on one nipple then on the other. The sparks were continuous now, flashing up and down my cock until they became a tingle that grew ever stronger in intensity. The swishing of the whip stopped, but the tingle did not. It grew and grew as Mary's groin rocked backwards and forwards angling my cock this way and that inside her. Angie had disappeared for a moment, but now re-appeared and began tweaking and pulling on Mary's nipples, drawing them out to their fullest extent. Then she leaned forward and fastened a crocodile clip on each of those tortured nipples. Mary screamed as the claws of the clips bit into her nipples. But she did not stop rocking backwards and forwards. The tingle in my cock had gone through glow and was evolving into fire. I watched, at once horrified and fascinated, as Angie attached the two ends of a chain to the crocodile clips. The chain was weighted at its center and hung down, the weight jerking to and fro, pulling on the clips, as Mary's breasts bobbed up and down in unison with the rocking of her groin. "Please, Miss. May I come?" It was only when I heard the words that I became aware of my own elevated state of arousal. My cock was on fire and the sap was beginning to rise. "No you may not. First you must make our guest come. Then you may come." The fire in my cock intensified as Mary's groin moved faster against mine, rocking backwards and forwards, and around in circles. I could only imagine the fire within her that drove her on. I could no longer see her, because Angie had knelt down astride my head and thrust her pussy into my face. I ate her pussy as if I had been born for nothing else. Her lips were full and fleshy and her clit was peeping out from its hood. I flicked my tongue across her clit, 'Ah! Yes! More' She positioned herself so that I could tongue her clit, grunting with pleasure as I drew it into my mouth and sucked hard. Lightning bolts shot through my cock as Mary added force, moving up and down now as well as backwards and forwards. "More, more," Angie called, urgently, than "Argh!" as I drew her pussy lips into my mouth and bit into them using a sawing motion. She pulled against me, this way and that then freed herself and grinding her pubis into my mouth began to come. He clit was swollen now and I sucked on it, released, then sucked harder..... She was fucking my face now, lips, tongue, teeth and nose, smothering me as the contractions of her cunt squeezed juice out into my mouth. "Shit!" I heard her say between grunts as she went over the top. And in the instant of her ecstasy, fluid built up in the base of my cock, struggling to overcome the pressure of the spikes that now jerked wildly as Mary, herself frantic, practically fucked me through the layers of pleasure and pain that separated cock from cunt. The pressure rose until it seemed I could not bear it any longer. My cock would split before I would gain release. My body bucked and weaved like a bronco's, throwing Mary up so the lowest row of spikes protruded, glistening wickedly, then disappeared as she fell back. The two rows appeared, then three, until against all laws of physiology, my entire cock drove the cone of spikes in and out of her dripping cunt, impervious to her screams as. A sharp pain announced the onset of orgasm. Released, sperm shot up my shaft and up into her in massive spurts, and still I thrust, and still the spurts continued, and she was coming too, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her, both of us yelling out in the agony and ecstasy of ultimate release. I must have blacked out for a moment. When I came to, Mary was no longer to be seen. That infernal contraption lay in the middle of the floor, innocuous and innocent in the candlelight. Angie was kneeling beside me, fellating me gently, kneading my balls with one hand and working the stem of my cock, still half erect, with the other. I groaned inwardly. 'If you dare, indeed!' How much of this could a man's cock take? But I was powerless. That frantic drive to orgasm had drained all energy out of me. I lay back and let her do with me what she would. And to my own astonishment, it was not long before she had breathed life into that much used and abused organ. She raised her head and smiled at me. I marveled at the wonder of her smile, and the gentle curve of her breasts with their prominent nipples, as she worked me back to full erection. Desire was not dead, nor even, it seemed, dormant. I dared to glance at my cock, half expecting it to resemble a mangled piece of meat. It was surely red and raw, but the marks the spikes had made were invisible. She resumed fellating me, working my balls and cock slowly and methodically. And soon the sensation was divine. I was alone at last with the woman of my dreams. She nuzzled up to me side, now, her hand still working my cock, and kissed me tenderly. 'Don't come,' she said, as our mouths joined, her hand gripped tighter on my cock and worked it hard. I thought to myself 'No fear of that' but as her hand pumped away I realized that it was not true. Holy Jesus! If she kept this up ..... But Angie had a fine tuned sense for five minutes to midnight. She broke the kiss and straddled me, offering her sweet pussy to my tongue and lips. Her mouth closed over the end of my cock and we began a gentle '69'. Her pussy lips were moist and tip of her clit peeped out from its hood. I partook of them greedily..... "Would you like to fuck me?" she said, suddenly, raising her head.. What a question! How to answer? I thought you'd never ask? Do linebackers like to hit? I just said, "Well, yes! You know that." "Good. But first you must make me submit." It took a while. My senses were understandably slow in response. Even as she stood over me, displaying her golden body to my thirsty eyes, I did not understand. Until I noticed the thick thong of the pussy whip dangling from her hand Nervously, I struggled into a sitting position. She could not mean...? Surely, she could not mean...? Angie had moved to the wall. She attached an ankle restrain into a hook high up on the cross, and seemingly without effort raised an elegant leg, wriggled her foot through the restraint and bucked it around her ankle. "There are some rules," she said. "You are not trained and I can't afford to be marked. So you may not use the whip anywhere but ....." Her hand strayed to her pussy. " "You mean...?" I could not finish the sentence. "Yes," she said, angling her head coyly. "But I can't do that, Angie. I don't have a sadistic bone in me." She let that pass with a light laugh. I had to admit, given what had already transpired, that my assertion was not entirely plausible. "Nothing sadistic about it, Ron," she said. "I want you to whip my pussy. Look," her fingers opened out her pussy lips, "it's aching for the whip." "My safe word is 'Stop'", she continued over my stunned silence. "Make me use it, and you shall fuck me." "And if I don't?" "You know where the door is, Ron. No-one is here against their will." I thought about this for a moment. But only for a moment. "You are sure? You really want me to use .. that thing on you?" "Yes. I do. And I warn you in advance, I do not submit lightly. Mistress Oxana trained me well. But be careful with your aim. One miss, and the session is over. Of course, you may stroke my thighs and breasts, and you may squeeze or bite my nipples. I like that. But you may not slap me, or strike my body with the whip, anywhere but....." A glimmer of light! I rose and stood before her. She looked up at me, so innocent, so angelic. My hands began to stroke her breasts, thrilling at the touch. They were firm, but soft and responsive, hanging from her frame like pink-tipped pears. She raised her arms above her head and grasped handles embedded in the black wood of the cross, which thrust her breasts out further and made them dance. I grasped a nipple and twisted it gently between my fingers moving my other hand down across her flat stomach with its invisible covering of down. She closed her eyes. "Mmmmm." My hands wandered about her body, touching, stroking, breasts, stomach, thighs of the purest silk, reveling in encouraging murmurs of pleasure. A casual finger found her pussy, caressing. She was dripping wet. I slid my finger into her vagina, meeting no resistance. Then out, around her pussy lips and up to her clit. I stroked the tip of her clit with a forefinger moistened by her juices, gradually increasing the pressure as her groin moved in response. Two fingers slid into her, massaged the soft yielding flesh, then moved out again to circle her clit. She was close now. Her body began to quiver. I took her to the edge -- then removed my hand from between her legs and resumed stroking her breasts and thighs. Her breathing had been heavy, but her voice was clear and cool, almost mocking, "You can tease me all night, Ron. You'll never get me to submit that way." And as she said this, something in me gave way. Inhibition, perhaps? A reaction to annoyance that she had read my mind so accurately. An internal voice said 'All right. See if you read this one', and I picked up the whip from the floor, grasped its handle and using the full force of my arm laid a vicious cut along the crack of her cunt. THWACK. She screamed, and she screamed again, and again as I laid that wicked thong on her pussy, stroke after stroke cutting into the tender flesh of her pussy lips, right, left and center. THWACK, THWACK.... Her body recoiled with every stroke. After five, it began to heave, at ten her head fell. Her knuckles whitened as she struggled to hang onto the grips. THWACK, THWACK.... Twenty strokes, each at full force. That would be enough, surely. I stepped back, the whip dangling from my hand. Her body was writhing, squirming, quivering. On impulse I closed in on her and laid a rough hand on her pussy, kneading those swollen tortured membranes and pinching them with my nails. I bent my head. "I'm amazed," I heard myself whisper into her ear, "how much I enjoyed that." Her head came up. Her eyes were glazed, but defiant. Her lips were closed tight. My fingers found her clit, which had begun to swell. I pressed its tip and squeezed hard on her clit hood. I massaged her with the flat of my hand and slid two fingers, then three into her wet cavern and finger fucked her for a while. Then without warning, I raised the whip and laid another cut, aiming for the inner wall of her cunt, and catching it full. THWACK, THACK... I laid nine more blows in rapid succession on the inner walls of her labia, impervious to her screams and the jolting and bucking of her body as the bolts of pain coursed through her. THWACK, THWACK... ..ten more on pussy lips that had closed, protecting. I paused and kneaded her pussy once again and forced my fingers through the narrowing crack to finger fuck her and open her out. THWACK, THWACK.... This time I managed only five before her cunt lips, now grown massive and engorged, closed together. I reached down and teased her clit tip from its hood stretching the folds of skin aside. Then I brought down the thong of the whip so that its flailing head struck her bared clit directly... THWACK, THWACK ... ..managing five full strokes before the pink tip disappeared beneath its hood. Her screams were continuous now. Her body glistened all over with sweat as she thrashed around, her head moving from side to side, her groin twitching and jerking. I fondled her vulva again, squeezing, pressing, finger fucking her and teasing her tortured clit out in the open. Enough, surely enough? Her head came up, suffering written in lines on her forehead and cheeks. But her lips remained sealed. I was into it now and there was no going back. If she had thought I would wimp out, she was sadly mistaken. Some primeval instinct in me had been aroused and it would not be still until the job was done. 'Make me submit'. I would. I dared. Yes, I did. I nuzzled up to her, placed my mouth close to her ear, and whispered, "Enough warm up, doncha think. Time to get serious." And I picked up the whip and drew the tip of its thong around her breasts, brushing her nipples and teasing her heaving stomach. Then I began. I flogged her cunt from the front in a regular pattern so the blows covered every inch of her vulva with the tip of the thong cutting through between closed lips to curl viciously and bite into the tender skin of her vaginal walls. THWACK, THWACK.. ..twenty strokes... Then I switched my stance and, with barely a pause, I laid on twenty blows from a different angle. The tip of the thong now caught her clit on every stroke. Her hands had now lost their grip and her body was held solely by the single ankle restraint. "Resume your stance!" I commanded.